[ lance doesn’t think keith wants rough handling because he’s already broken, but to prove that he isn’t. keith’s whole problem or whatever with shiro, as far as lance sees it, is shiro being so careful with him, acting like he’s fragile and trying to be good to him which is just reminding keith constantly that he’s a trauma victim when he’d rather pretend that he’s not. and they won’t talk to each other about it, which is… none of lance’s business, really. he didn’t really sit down with a keith for a detailed conversation about their feelings either, he just figured that no strings sex had to be good stress relief, or something. sex made people feel better. it made lance feel better, anyway, and lance hoped he was doing his part to show keith that having a tentacle dick wasn’t a tragedy because lance fucking loves his tentacle dick.

he especially loves how responsive wriggle is, and getting keith so worked up that the tip of his cock actually squirms its way up over the edge of his waistband. it makes lance hot like a chemical fire to see that purple-pink tip peeking out of keith's clothes like it's looking for lance. ]

I got you, babe. [ he nudges keith's thighs apart and slips his leg in between them to give keith something to ride while he keeps working and squeezing wriggle, getting progressively rougher. ]

You should tell me what you want him to do to you. Push your face down into one of the tables and rub himself against your ass? Leave hickies all over your neck?

[ he bites down gently on the muscle between keith’s neck and shoulder, worrying at it and then laving over the skin with his tongue. it’s weird, but he loves the way keith tastes. his mouth, his skin, his come, it’s all completely different from lance’s own, like keith’s actual skin had been changed enough to have a sweet enticing flavor. ]